Day 201
It is very difficult to do what one believes is the right thing when even one's trusted allies and loved ones disagree. On the rare occasions that this occurs, I find myself in a tremendous bind.
And a corollary of this, in a way, is the fact that we conflate difficulty with complexity far too often. "It's complicated" is a phrase used often, but rarely rightly. Difficulty or hardship or conflict, I think, tend to lead to muddled and indistinct feelings, which are in turn mistaken for complexities. Imagine a vaguely painted canvas, in which figures are indistinct and hard to make out clearly. Is the painting more complicated? Maybe, maybe not. Complexity and distinctness are, counterintuitively, frequently unrelated.
But what a horror, to fight countless times with a so-called loved one, and simultaneously bear down on the inevitable truth that the issues are stunningly simple, and worse, soluable typically by a few gestures of honesty, bravery, or in many cases, surrender. The ability to know when you've lost, especially when it is your own fault, is as rare as it is healthy.
And a corollary of this, in a way, is the fact that we conflate difficulty with complexity far too often. "It's complicated" is a phrase used often, but rarely rightly. Difficulty or hardship or conflict, I think, tend to lead to muddled and indistinct feelings, which are in turn mistaken for complexities. Imagine a vaguely painted canvas, in which figures are indistinct and hard to make out clearly. Is the painting more complicated? Maybe, maybe not. Complexity and distinctness are, counterintuitively, frequently unrelated.
But what a horror, to fight countless times with a so-called loved one, and simultaneously bear down on the inevitable truth that the issues are stunningly simple, and worse, soluable typically by a few gestures of honesty, bravery, or in many cases, surrender. The ability to know when you've lost, especially when it is your own fault, is as rare as it is healthy.
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